Life Is A Boat

Floating sometimes with the streams and sometimes against the streams, life is a boat in the river. A boat tied by two ropes, on the opposite banks pulling the boat to the two banks simultaneously. One rope is in the hands of Inherited ideologies, and the other in the hands of socialization a process that started at home but developed in various institutions of the society. Consequently the boat floats forward, pleasant when it's floating with the streams, unpleasant when it's floating against the streams. Sitting in the boat I find myself a victim of conflicting thoughts, and fleeting of my mind makes me restless. I am a helpless helmsman my arms are weak and when I try to turn the boat with the help of rudders, the rudders smile and send a message through the music of river's waves, "You can't do it, let the ropes fight, and hope the best, just wait for a powerful wave, that pushes the boat to one of the banks. You can only pray, the bank you arrive at is the right bank."